The city breathes
It starts in leaps and bounds
Secretly seethes
Hates all those bitter sounds

A metropolis bathed in splendour
Alive with raucous  noise
Society in the midst of surrender
A landscape of broken toys

The city never sleeps
An insomniac since birth
Silently it weeps
Tears that paint the earth

The road is alive at night
An ocean of shooting stars
A city of twitching lights
Heard screaming from afar

The silent sea, sings at night
Softly swaying, waves in flight
The drunken moon, croons so sweet
A melody, to make stars weep
Tears of fire, tears of wrath
Sadness eternal, a lonely path
Bathed in leaves, fallen from on high
Things too yellow, for the bright blue sky
Trampled, still, and caked in mud
Like Broken doves, in a sea of blood

I am a shadow shifting upon the broken wall
Vast visage dwindling in an urban sprawl
I am chaos, darkness left unchecked
A vicious tyrant, call me regret
I hunt happiness by the light of day
Spawning tragedy in night's great purvey
A manic schizophrenic enthralled with misanthropia
The tapering end of a surgically severed ganglia
An anarchisticly pessimistic vision of utopia
Regret the king, paradise turned dystopia

The world stretches on for miles around me
The sky smiles in its innocent embrace of eternity
Velvet perfection painted across sunset skies
Melancholic musings muddled with silken sighs
Dying light alive in the airs of paradise
Wilted dreams bathe in it's promised lies
Silence lives and violence thrives
Because even paradise knows that beauty dies

Your smile is too bright
Your eyes too pure
You are the light
I am the disease to your cure

Your perfection is stunning
Your curves assault my eyes
My heart is running
The shadow of pride in me dies

Every accomplishment shrivels
Before your naked glory
My crooked heart bristles
Knowing you stand before me

Your gaze is rapture
Your touch is bliss
My soul encaptured
In her sweet kiss

Passion is a promise
A solemn oath under the sun
A prayer to keep you honest
Wise words for the dumb

Put your faith in words
Oaths and flights of fancy
Prayers won't stop swords
Life doesn't end romantically

I swim among the ashes
Through a sea of broken bones
Past the image of forgotten clashes
Broken bodies made of stone

I drown in memory
Its tepid, lukewarm embrace
A crimson discrepancy
Between now and times I cannot place